After being bought by seven rough men and taken to the deep mountains, I was pampered.

Langya Village, afternoon.

The sun was blazing, and dust filled the air on the playground.

"Ouch! My robe!"

"Rip—!"

With a sharp tearing sound, Tiger, the chubby boy who was practicing crawling, got up with a long face. The long robe that his family had spent a lot of money on had torn from his armpits to his back because of the movement, revealing his bright red undergarment underneath.

"What...what do we do?" The students around him also looked disheveled. Wide robes and long sleeves were the attire of scholars who remained seated.

If you really want to train like Master Qin, these clothes are just a burden! You'll trip over them when you run, you'll get covered in dust when you lie down, and you'll expose yourself if you move around too much!

Standing on the steps, Su Wan frowned slightly as she looked at the group of students who looked like beggars. "No. These clothes are a huge hindrance."

"Since our Qin Family Academy values ​​both literary and martial arts skills, this attire must be changed."

She turned to look at Qin Mo, who was standing in the shade, holding a book but barely reading a word. "Second Brother," Su Wan's eyes lit up, as if she'd seen a savior, "You're a great artist, and your aesthetic sense is the best. How about we design a new school uniform for the children?"

"I need someone... well-built, sharp, handsome, and capable of getting work done!"

Upon hearing this, Qin Mo slowly closed the book. He pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, and his long, narrow phoenix eyes, through the dust of the playground, scanned Su Wan from head to toe.

That moon-white dress was beautiful, but it was indeed... too covering. You couldn't see her waist or the line of her legs.

"Okay." Qin Mo's lips curled into a meaningful smile, his voice gentle and warm.

……

Half an hour later. In a side hall of the academy, temporarily converted into a "tailor's room".

The doors and windows were tightly shut. The heavy curtains were half-drawn, blocking out the glaring afternoon sunlight and leaving only a dim, yellowish light in the room.

The room was quiet except for the rustling sound of fabric rubbing together.

"Second Brother... is he not done yet?" Su Wan stood in front of a huge bronze mirror, her hands outstretched, her posture somewhat stiff.

She felt as if she had been standing behind the screen for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

Qin Mo was standing behind her, holding a yellow leather measuring tape.

"Don't rush." ​​Qin Mo's voice was right next to her ear, deep, magnetic, and with a slow, deliberate ease.

"When making clothes, even a slight difference in size can result in a vast difference in style."

"...Every single place must be measured precisely."

He took a step forward. The distance between them instantly disappeared.

Su Wan could clearly feel the cool, inky scent emanating from him, mixed with a faint smell of soap, which instantly enveloped her.

"Raise your hand," Qin Mo commanded in a low voice.

Su Wan obediently raised her arms. Qin Mo, holding a soft measuring tape, wrapped his arms around her body, as if embracing her from behind.

The measuring tape was pressed against her outline.

"Hoo..." Qin Mo's hot breath sprayed onto Su Wan's sensitive nape. Su Wan shuddered and instinctively shrank her neck.

"Don't move." Qin Mo's hands didn't stop moving. He held the two ends of the soft ruler and tightened it around Su Wan's chest.

The originally loose dress, under the constraint of the soft measuring tape, instantly outlined a breathtakingly full and perky curve.

"Second Brother!" Su Wan's face turned so red it was almost bleeding, and she was so embarrassed she wanted to cover her face.

"Hmm." Qin Mo replied with a serious expression, his gaze meeting hers in the mirror. The look in his eyes behind the glasses was frighteningly deep.

"Looks like the goat milk in the third canteen... wasn't a waste of money."

"You!" Su Wan was filled with shame and indignation.

Qin Mo had already loosened her grip on the measuring tape and slid it down. The tape, like a nimble little snake, snaked its way to her waist.

"Inhale." Qin Mo's large hand pressed against her lower back. His palm was burning hot. Through the thin summer dress, the temperature felt like it was going to scald her skin.

Su Wan subconsciously took a breath and pulled in her stomach. Her waist instantly became even thinner, as if it could be broken with one hand.

"Too fine." Qin Mo frowned slightly, his voice carrying a hint of displeasure mixed with a touch of infatuation. He tightened his grip on the soft ruler in his hand until it dug into his flesh, until the number was accurate to the millimeter.

He suddenly lowered his head, resting his chin on Su Wan's shoulder, his voice low and husky: "This waist... is so slender, if she gets pregnant... how will she be able to handle it?"

Boom—! The string of "shame" in Su Wan's mind snapped completely! What?! Pregnant?! What on earth is this refined scoundrel thinking?!

"Qin Mo!" Su Wan was about to turn around and push him away.

Qin Mo, however, had already released his grip. He took a step back, adjusted his glasses, a cold glint flashing across the lenses, and instantly reverted to his composed, gentlemanly demeanor. "Alright." "I've noted the size."

He picked up the pen on the table and quickly wrote down a few numbers on the paper.

The handwriting was so forceful it seemed to penetrate the paper, just like the strength he had applied when taking measurements—powerful and profound.

Qin Mo blew away the ink, a smile playing on his lips: "Since we're going to be a 'living signboard,' blueprints alone aren't enough."

"We need to get the brothers to put them on and walk around in them."

……

Another hour passed. In the open space in front of the academy, a makeshift stage (made of door panels) had been erected at some point.

The entire village, young and old, as well as people from neighboring villages who came to watch the spectacle, and even the persistent spy from Guigu Academy, surrounded the area in layers.

I heard that the Qin Family Academy is going to hold some kind of "new product launch"? Everyone wants to see what kind of trouble the Qin family is up to this time.

"Clang—!" A gong rang out.

Su Wan, dressed in a light purple, modified schoolgirl uniform and holding a makeshift megaphone (made of rolled-up tin), stood on the stage: "Fellow villagers! Would you like your children to go to school without wasting clothes?"

Do you want your child to be able to govern the world with their pen and conquer it on horseback?

"Qin Family Academy's first-ever Hanfu-inspired sportswear school uniform has been launched!"

"Please welcome the model..."

The words had barely left his mouth when several pieces of red cloth were suddenly ripped off!

Boom! The entire venue erupted in cheers! The screams from young women and housewives nearly blew the roof off!

Seven men, each with a distinct style but equally devastatingly handsome, stood in a row, dressed in stylish and trendy outfits!

Suddenly, the surrounding air seemed to drop several degrees.

Qin An, the seventh brother, walked out slowly. He was not used to the liveliness; his gloomy eyes were lowered, yet he possessed a breathtakingly morbid beauty.

He was wearing a snow-white, high-collared long gown, the buttons fastened meticulously all the way up to his chin, making his face appear even paler and more translucent.

Long, slender fingertips casually twirled a gleaming silver needle. That aura of asceticism, as if saying "Stay away from me, or I'll stab you to death,"...

This, on the contrary, drove the bold and outspoken women in the audience wild: "Oh my! This guy is so handsome! His face is so fair, I want him to give me a couple of acupuncture needles!"

Qin An frowned in disgust, but when he looked up at Su Wan, his eyes instantly turned pitiful: "There are too many people, it's noisy... I want to go back to the dark room."

Next to emerge was the eldest brother, Qin Lie. He was dressed in a tight-fitting black bodysuit with cinched cuffs and a wide leather belt around his waist.

His terrifyingly muscular physique was perfectly outlined, and his pectoral muscles trembled with every step he took. His face was cold, his eyes were like a wolf's, and he carried a giant Tang sword on his back.

This isn't a scholar; he's a war god descended to earth! The middle-aged women below were stunned: "My goodness! That physique! He's got the body to bear sons!"

Next up was the third brother, Qin Meng. He wasn't wearing a shirt (he'd been tricked by the fourth brother), only a pair of modified tactical trousers and riding boots.

His bronze skin gleamed in the sunlight, revealing perfectly defined eight-pack abs. He chuckled sheepishly, scratching his head, a little embarrassed, but this innocent, wild charm captivated the village girls.

Then came the twins. They were wearing short-sleeved tracksuits, one red and one blue, with the cuffs rolled up to reveal their muscular calves.

Holding a football, he walked around juggling it with flair. He exuded sunshine, energy, and youthful charm! "I want to marry them! Both of them!" someone shouted from below, their voice cracking.

The fourth brother, Qin Yue, waved a folding fan, wearing a modified purple-gold long robe. Although it was also a close-fitting outfit, the fabric was all dark-patterned brocade, exuding an air of "I'm very rich."

He winked at the audience, instantly eliciting screams from the crowd.

Finally, the last to appear was the second brother, Qin Mo. He wore a moon-white, arrow-sleeved robe, the elaborate hem removed, revealing a cinched waist. Gold-rimmed glasses perched on his nose, and he held a book in his hand. He was aloof, ascetic, and refined, yet the tailored fit exuded a seductive allure that made one want to tear his clothes apart.

He walked to the front of the stage, adjusted his glasses, and casually swept his gaze across the entire audience. His overwhelming aura of superior intelligence instantly silenced the screaming crowd.

"This outfit," Qin Mo said, his clear, melodious voice carrying throughout the room, "is named 'Azure Clouds'."

"Wearing it, you will feel completely at ease, whether you are working in the fields, fighting on horseback, or studying late into the night."

"Qin Family Academy does not support idlers, but only cultivates national talents."

Wow! This style! This aura! This level! Instantly elevates that petty thought of "just saving fabric" to the level of national sentiment!

The parents below had tears in their eyes. "Good! Well said!"

"My kid wants to wear this! Wearing this, he'll look like a national hero!"

"Sign up! I'm signing my kid up! I'll sell everything I own to get him here!"

The crowd erupted in excitement. The registration area for Qin Family Academy was instantly packed!

Su Wan stood backstage, watching the seven men shining on stage, especially her second brother who stood in the center, calmly accepting everyone's worship.

I couldn't help but think to myself: This isn't selling school uniforms; it's clearly misleading people with male beauty!

[Beep! "Uniform fetish" detected!]

[Target: Qin Mo (Second Brother). Status: Refined Scoundrel + Overflowing with satisfaction!]

[Heartbeat Value: +1200! Rewards: [Automatic Sewing Machine Blueprint] + [100 bolts of Premium Mulberry Silk]!]

Qin Mo stepped off the stage at some point and came to stand behind Su Wan.

He leaned forward slightly, and when no one was looking, he lightly hooked his finger around Su Wan's belt. That spot was exactly where he had just tightened it with the measuring tape.

"Tonight..." he whispered in her ear, his breath hot and hooking.

I also designed a school uniform for you.

Su Wan's legs went weak, and she almost couldn't stand up.

Special school uniform? Could it be... one of those with only a few straps?!